Am I terrible?

Am I a terrible person/woman because I have zero desire to cook or clean or any of that domesticated crap?


I am upstairs, sitting in bed, staring at the vacuum and spray bottle of Dr. Bronner's cleaner (still on my no chemicals kick!). I have successfully dusted the bedroom, put things that were on the floor away, and made the bed. The bathroom is next. I just have NO inclination to clean it. Don't get me wrong, I by no means have a nasty house, nor will I ever have a nasty house...it's just...can't I hire someone to do this crap for me??


Cooking is a whole different task that makes me want to lie in the kitchen floor and think about how I miss Whole Foods' prepared foods. I DO NOT WANT TO COOK. I have legit thought about going on the raw diet just so that I don't have to cook. Steve would murder me if I did not provide him with dinner though. I think that may be part of the problem. I HAVE to cook nightly or my poor husband won't eat. He'll just sit there, watching television, wondering where the food is. I sometimes wonder what he did before me and seeing as how he survived before me, he could continue to thrive without me cooking. Right? Probably not. He would eat fast food everyday and we can't be having that. Dumb women of the world, babying their husbands. We are all guilty of it. 


So, here I am. At a stand off with my mop, vacuum, and Dr. Bronners. Zero desire to clean. To cook. To be a Stepford Wife. It's not that I can't be the perfect little wife and cook/clean, it's just that I don't want to. My head is starting to pound just thinking about it. But if I don't do it, it won't get done. 


F my face.